Long time ago, I did a version of Don Quixote reimagined as a Star Wars superfan. Riding a white motorcycle with an X-Wing helmet, he travels from his home in Mantua, New Jersey to Atlantic City for a Star Wars convention. Along the way, he meets a manager of a hotel who is a little person and he mistakes for Yoda, camping out by the icemaker to prove he’s ready to be given the rank of Jedi Knight, he takes on a Padawan stoner who follows on a moped, and tilts at windmills imagining them to be TIE fighters and AT-STs.
The thing writes itself, but the problem was that Don Quixote is really long and meandering.
Long time ago, I did a version of Don Quixote reimagined as a Star Wars superfan. Riding a white motorcycle with an X-Wing helmet, he travels from his home in Mantua, New Jersey to Atlantic City for a Star Wars convention. Along the way, he meets a manager of a hotel who is a little person and he mistakes for Yoda, camping out by the icemaker to prove he’s ready to be given the rank of Jedi Knight, he takes on a Padawan stoner who follows on a moped, and tilts at windmills imagining them to be TIE fighters and AT-STs.
The thing writes itself, but the problem was that Don Quixote is really long and meandering.